No matter how hard I try, I can never understand immature and closed-minded people.
I try to be a better person, one who is understanding in various situations that I have been put through, but sometimes it just doesn’t work out. I always try to keep calm and composed, I do not go against others’ views unless absolutely necessary.
But then again there are people who are irrational, immature and closed minded. It was bad enough that things started out badly since we started having our meal and then it just slowly built up.
My friends and I decided to order Indian takeaways because:
- I was craving for Indian food.
- I can’t cook Indian food without ready made sauces. And even if I do, it isn’t that delicious.
- I had a little bit of money left to spend for this month.
So yes, we did order the food. Two of our friends were late so and we did call and ask if they wanted anything, and they said no. Right. Delivery was scheduled to arrive at 11.50pm, and we were cool with that since we were going to watch a movie later.
One of my friends, let’s call her Z, arrived late. When we told her we were waiting for food, she said, “Oh, I didn’t realize you guys were getting food.” But we did call her. And ask her. And she said no. So we told her we were getting Indian food, and she replied, “Oh, Indian food. It’s okay then, I don’t want any.” Fine.
Food arrived and we moved to the kitchen to eat since I am very particular about eating in my room, and I absolutely forbid people to eat on my bed, especially if it had a lot of gravy. We were happily in the kitchen and as usual I offered everyone a bit of what I had. See, whenever I order food, I tend to order extras because:
- Everyone likes to try a bit of everything
- I love food
- I keep leftovers for my next meal
So anyways, I offered Z a bit of vegetable curry, Biryani, Naan Bread, Papadoms and she refused all of them.
“I don’t trust Indians.”
That statement angered me. I love Indian food, I watch Bollywood films, I also have a lot of Indian friends. It’s like saying “Hey, I don’t trust it because Indians made it.” So I said, “Gee, that’s totally un-racist of you.”
She clarified and said “I mean, I don’t like Indian food because I don’t like spicy food. The past few times I had it I didn’t like it.”
OK, fine by me. I honestly can’t handle spicy food either but Indian food is always an exception. Case closed. And then we as a group were talking about a certain photo, then asphyxiation, films and also how sometimes in Bollywood, people die by accident during certain scenes.
Z responded by saying, “See, that’s why I don’t trust Indians.”
I flipped. Inside at least. I kept calm and just said, “See, that’s what I meant by racist. Indians are people too. It’s like saying Asians aren’t humans because they’re supposedly good at Maths.”
M, jokingly said, “But they’re not. They’re the God. I mean, I’d f*cking love to be Asian.” Us, knowing him, all laughed and the atmosphere was less tense.
Eventually I gave up the point of trying to explain how you can’t generalize a whole culture to someone who wouldn’t listen. We finished our meal and moved on to my room to watch a movie.
Z saw SnuggleBun and kept asking me if she could kiss it. NO. She had already had Tequila, and hell no is anyone going to kiss SnuggleBun when they didn’t even wash their face, potentially had lipstick, and especially if they are not me. M kissed SnuggleBun to bug me as per usual, and then Z took it back and kissed it on the cheek. Calm the fuck down, I told myself, it’s not worth it getting fired up over this small thing.
She then saw MehMeh and threw it to one of my friends who was sitting on the bed, simply because she wanted to sit down and had no place to sit. See, MehMeh has been my travel buddy ever since I got to the UK, and I have a really strong emotional attachment to it. It has been with me through everything, from friendships to disasters, from dark nights to sunny days. Calm down, I told myself again.
Then she saw Sookie. She grabbed on to her, hugged it and sat down. We were still deciding on a movie at that point and I was busy setting up the room for our unversity cinematic experience. We wanted a horror, so Y and I suggested Apartment 1303.
Z doesn’t like horrors so she said “I can’t do horrors. I think I’m going to go with G. Can I bring these with me and cuddle them elsewhere while you watch the horror film?”
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. No one takes my stuffed toys out of my room. Everywhere outside my room is disgusting. The floor isn’t clean, if anyone was to drop them on the ground I’d probably have to dry clean each and every one of them and then bring them back in a sealed plastic bag because I’m just that OCD.
“Put them down and go home,” I said angrily.
I had already flipped mentally and just sat down and waited for her to leave. She left eventually and I was glad. It was exhausting just trying to talk to her. I’ve had small issues with her in the past because of housing and stuff like that, but now I’ve gone past it and I’m actually grateful I don’t have to live with her! I guess everything is a blessing in disguise.
First and foremost, I cannot understand how the hell she was unable to understand me when I conveyed my feelings. EVERYONE in the room knew I was annoyed. I’m usually happy when people around because I love company, but it’s silly people like these that really really change my mood.
Honestly, I could be like her and generalize that everyone from her country are absolutely selfish, idiotic and completely not understanding. But I know that people are not like that, every dark cloud has a silver lining.
I’d love to see what you guys can come up with 